Well, Humph.

So, earlier tonight I come home from working out,

and I start to get some things organized for my upcoming

Grand Canyon hike, including a big load of laundry.

Let me back this story up a few days.

Last week, I had put a tiny post-it note on the open mail slots

in the lobby of my building.

"Please don't remove mail from #310."

I wrote this note because I have missed some mail lately that I was expecting.

 I figured the super might have cleaned out

my mail slot since the catalogues were starting to overflow on my end

or, I thought perhaps a new tenant moved in and

got confused with which mail slot was which,

 and figured my mail was a previous tenant's mail in their slot.

Confession: I made this mistake my first week living in the building,

so I was just trying to leave a friendly little 'heads up' note.

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So, back to tonight.

As I was walking back to my apartment from the laundry room,

a girl walked toward me from my end of the hallway.

As we passed each other she averted her eyes without saying hello.

When I get to my apartment, I see that she has posted my original note onto my door,

with a veeeeery salty response.

Apparently, apartment # 303 took my little note a whole lot personally.

I must say, her post-it placement was rather ill-timed considering that,

uh, I saw her leave it on my door.

I feel like I just got bullied!

What the heck??

Part of me wants to egg her door, part feels like she could really use

some homemade cookies and a hug,

and another part of me just says, "Well, humph."

Here's to more pleasant exchanges tomorrow, friends!

xo